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Bint. Her cow, her calves, her pigs, she would soon die too!-and the her bees, her poultry, have each, in keeper ?-why, he is not dead, or like their several ways, thriven and pros- to die; but the change that has taken pered. She has even brought Watch place there is the most astonishing of to like buttermilk, as well as strong all-except, perhaps, the change in beer, and has nearly persuaded her Hannah herself. father (to whose wants and wishes Few damsels of twelve years old, she is most anxiously attentive) to ac- generally a very pretty age, were less cept of milk as a substitute for gin. pretty than Hannah Bint. Short and Not but Hannah hath bad ber enemies stunted in her figure, thin in face, as well as her betters. Why should she sharp in feature, with a muddled comnot ? The old woman at the lodge, plexion, wild sun-burnt hair, and eyes, who always piqued herself on being whose very brightness had in them spiteful, and crying down new ways, something startling, over-informed, foretold, from the first, that she would super-subtle, too clever for her age. come to no good, and could not for- At twelve years old she had quite the give her for falsifying her prediction; air of a little old fairy. Now, at and Betty Barnes, the flattering widow seventeen, matters are mended. Her of a tippling farmer, who rented a complexion has cleared : her countefield, and set up a cow herself, and nance, her figure, has shot up into was universally discarded for insuffer- height and lightness, and a sort of able dirt, said all that the wit of an en- rustic grace ; her bright, acute eye is vious woman could devise against Han- softened and sweetened by the Fonah and her Alderney; nay, even Ned manly wish to please ; her hair is Miles, the keeper, her next neigh- trimmed, and curled, and brushed, bor, who had, whilom held entire with exquisite neatness; and her sway over the Shaw common, as well whole dress arranged with that nice as its coppices, grumbled as much as attention to the becoming, the suitable so good-natured and genial a person both in form and texture, which would could grumble, when he found a little be called the bighest degree of coquetgirl sharing his dominion, a cow graz- ry, if it did not deserve the better ing beside his pony, and vulgar cocks name of propriety. Never was such and hens hovering around the buck a transmogrification beheld. The lass wheat destined to feed his noble phea- is really pretty, and Ned Miles has sants. Nobody that had been accus- discovered that she is so. There he tomed to see that paragon of keepers, stands, the rogue, close at her side so tall and manly, and pleasant look- (for he hath joined her whilst we have ing, with his merry eye, and his been telling her little story, and the knowing smile, striding gaily along, in milking is over!)—there he standshis green coat, and his gold laced hat, holding her milk pail in one hand, and with his noble Newfoundland dog, (a stroking Watch with the other; whilst retriever is the sporting word,) and she is returning the compliment, by his beautiful spaniel flirt at his patting Neptune's magnificent head. heels, could conceive how askew he There they stand, as much like lovers looked, when he first found Han as may be ; he smiling, and she blushnah and Watch holding equal reign ing—he never looking so handsome, over his old territory, the Shaw com nor she so pretty, in all their lives.

There they stand, in blessed forgetYes! Hannah hath had her ene fulness of all except each other; as mies; but they are passing away. happy a couple as ever trod the earth. The old woman at the lodge is dead, There they stand, and one would not poor creature ; and Betty Barnes, disturb them for all the milk and having herself taken to tippling, has butter in Christendom. I should not lost the few friends she once possess- wonder if they were fixing the weded, and looks, luckless wretch, as if ding day.



Among the qualities attributed to the Notwithstanding this sovereign mode eye in some persons, and once univer- of guarding against an “evil tongue," sally credited, was the power of work- the evil eye seems to have been as ing evil and enchantment by its glances. much proof against the wisdom of our The operation of the “evil eye,” (once forefathers as against our own. It so denominated,) upon mankind, as would therefore, in the language of being a pretty general belief in past the olden time, he an “insult to Protimes, has been recorded by many vidence,” if, after the experience of writers. Bacon says that its effects our ancestors in such matters, we prehave, according to some historians, sumed to attempt the discovery of an been so powerful as to affect the mind efficient antidote. of the individual upon whom they fell; In our times the “ evil eye” still that even after “ triumphs, the tri- survives, though its operations may umphants” have been made sick in not be so much a matter of general spirit by the evil eyes of lookers on. attention as formerly. It works still, In most modern European nations, in in a manner equally as injurious as their earlier ages, the fear of the fas- when the “ irradiations” of the visual cination of children by an “evil eye,” orb were supposed to be solely confined made nurses very careful how they to the subtle operations of magic. The permitted strangers to look upon

them. “ evil eye,” in modern days, is obIn Spain it was called mal de ojos, served to be not less dangerous in its and any one who was suspected of consequences to its possessor, than to having an “evil eye,” while regarding those whom it fixes upon as victims a child, was forced to say, while ob- of its malignity. He smarts in heartserving the infant, “God bless it.” consuming anguish while he regards This notion, however, is far more an- the happiness of a neighbor, the succient than the naine of England. cess of an acquaintance in an honoraThe Greeks and Romans gave credit ble calling, or the hard struggle and to it, when they were in their high merited reward of literary assiduity. career of glory. We find, in many No rank of life is beyond the glance ancient writers, allusions to the mali- of the “evil eye ;” no talent mailed cious influence of what they call the against its deadly malignity; no robe "vicious” or “ evil eye.” Theocri- of innocence so pure as to conceal the tus, Horace, Persius, Juvenal, and wearer from its blighting observation. others, allude to it in a way not to be The sensibilities of genius, with whatmistaken in its alliance with the later ever art or science they may be linked, superstition. I have never heard what are too often scorched by its fatal charms were used by our forefathers


It blanches the cheek of beauor the ancients against the influence ty, dries up the springs of charity, of the “evil eye :"

extinguishes the noblest ardors, withVervain and dill

ers the fairest blossoms of the soul, Hinder witches from their will,

and almost renders indifferent the glowas, we know, a sovereign receipt rious triumphs of virtuous age, by against the daughters of the Lady of blasting the honors due to its proEndor. Lilly has the following charm tracted perseverance in goodness. to obviate the effect of an “evil The subjects of Vathek, in the territongue,” which, for curiosity sake, I ble ball of Eblis, had a heart of selfwill mention. Take unguentum po- wasting fire, which was disclosed on puleum, vervain, and hypericon, and putting aside the vest. The man with put a red hot iron into it. Anoint the the “evil eye” exhibits the burning back-bone, or wear it on the breast.” heart through the organ of vision.

49 ATHENEUM, vol. 1, 3d series.


His glances explain what is passing ters not; the baser passions have put within, as well as if the ribs and down reason, and drowned even a fool's pericardium were pellucid crystal, degree of reflection. The “evil eye” or the transparent summer atmos can see nothing but what is tinged phere.

with its own green hue, and no longer The “ man with the evil eye" al- discriminates color or form. The reways looks obliquely at society. His sult is a consequence mathematically tongue may be silvery smooth, tipped correct-true to the very point : envy with velvet, dropping honey, like Nes- and hatred become the guiding star of tor's, though blackness be beneath. the soul. Does he pester society with He cannot conceal the glances that his diatribes ?-be mingles in them, shoot insidiously towards the objects to second the desires of his heart, the of his hatred-glances, that, were venom of the snake, with the stratathey rays of a pestilence, (as he would gem of the fox, and the reasoning of they were,) must make perish all the ostrich, which hides its head alone against whom they are directed. No from the hunter and fancies itself unglance from the basilisk could be more He has no sight but for the fatal in reality than his glance, had he objects of his malice, and loses the his wish. To provoke the latent ven- view of his own interest in the eagergeance of the “ evil eye,” it is a suffi- ness of ocular vengeance. Is the cient offence to be fortunate ; success owner of the “evil eye” a trader! is a brand on the forehead of another he looks fatal things to his industrious in its sight. The specious Iago of the neighbor's credit; is the owner a fe“ evil eye” may have four senses of male ?—she glances away her friend's the five such as the best might select virtue. Lastly, the owner of the for themselves; but with him, these “ evil eye” is a universal enemy, only administer to the sovereign lord whom man cannot trust, time marks of vision, and exist subordinate to the out for retribution, and fiends alone “aspect malign.” The man of the

can envy “ evil eye” finds his heart ignite with If society still hold one man to tenfold violence when excellence of whom this alleged power, anciently any kind meets due reward. Who attributed to the organ of vision, rebut the man of the “evil eye,” has, mains in action, let him be watched. in his own opinion, a right to be for- The “evil eye" cannot be mistaken: tunate in industry ?—who but he has unsteady as the ocean waves, it rolls a lawful claim to the suffrages of so- around and about in fevered restlessciety and the crown of reward ? The ness; now extended, it exhibits its bonds of friendship are inelted before orb clear of the lid, surrounded by the him ; human sympathies dried into white, in angry convulsion—now half dust; envy and selfishness furnish fuel closed, it questions with wariness and to the heart, and malignant flames shallow cunning-now calm and dead rush from the evil eye" with terri as Lethe, it represses the pale beam ble intensity. Lord of the ascendant, of its malice, and with saintly bearing the "evil eye” makes reason its vas seems piety itself, the herald of corsal, and never allows the claims of diality, the star of friendship and recself or self-interest to be balanced titude. But it is all the charmed against common sense or obligation. disguise of the magician, that he may Is the object regarded an artist? he make his spells the surer. The “evil inay be a far superior one to him of eye” is still the same; its Tophetic the “evil eye ;” is he an orator ? he beams are less visible, only from the may far excel him; or, is he an au- hope that they may more effectually thor, possessing genius and learning, operate on the objects of their maligand patronized by the public? it mat- nity.

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There has been no remarkable ab- fair specimen of Mrs. Godwin's powers, sence of decent poems lately; but we we will give nearly the whole of it. have met with none for a long time

“ Beautiful Spirit ! that didst guard of eld which has given us so much pleasure The song-inspiring fount of Castalieas this volume of Mrs. Godwin.

Thou, unto whom supremacy is given This lady is, we understand, the Light of the lonely, solace of the sage,

o'er realms of boundless intellect; younger daughter of the late Dr. Gar- Beneath whose influence e'en the dungeon nett, the author of “ Zoonomia,”


And earth's worst desert fair as Eden blooms; “ Observations on a Tour through the To whom are offered pure the unchained Highlands of Scotland," &c.


thoughts, Garnett left two orphan children, for Warm aspirations, and the rare first-fruits Mrs. Garnett had died a few years

Born of young Genius, when her spring-tide before. They were entrusted to the With rich imaginings-To whom belongs care of a kind and attached female The glorious harvest of naturer years; friend, who retired with them to their Where Mem’ry keeps her deathless stores,

Enchantress ! at whose magic touch the mines father's native place, Barbon, a se

fling wide cluded little village, near Kirby-Lons- Their golden gates, and all their wealth dis

closedale, in Westmoreland. In this vil- Call, from the depths of ocean and of earth, lage they both continued to reside till And from the blue ethereal element, they had attained to womanhood, and Enchantress Queen! call up thy mighty spells !

If on some silver-crested wave thou float'st, it is still the home of Mrs. Godwin. "List’ning the genii secrets murmured low It is not surprising that in so beauti- Beneath the surges ;-or if yet thou hold’st ful and romantic a country, and sur- Thy moonlight vigils midst the laurel groves

Girding the Delphian mount ;-or if on wing, rounded by every circumstance calcu-. All redolent of heaven's immortal breeze, lated to operate powerfully upon the And radiant as the Iris' hucs, thou glidest youthful fancy, the germ of poetical Among the stars, winning new splendor thence,

Or heavenward, earthward bent, my vows re: genius, which disclosed itself early in ceive. the life of the fair author of the po Spirit! that deign'st to hover o'er my path, ems now under our notice, should When in the twilight gleam of some deep dell,

Or Naiad-haunted spring, I wander forth have gradually expanded, until it ar To hold communion with the peering stars; rived at a rich and luxuriant maturity. Or on the voiceful shore I pause, to view Her first publication,

The Night be- The round moon fling her bright reflection far fore the Bridal, Sappho, and other Along the rock-goat's steep and dangerous way,

Upon the crystal waves ; or clambering thence Poems,” received, soon after its ap- Where toppling crags hang o'er the billowy

main pearance, the praise which it deserved.

Their fortress rude, I'mark the sun descend Her present work raises Mrs. Godwin Fron his cloud-canopied Olympian throne, still more in our estimation. In addi- His regal brow all filleted with fire ; tion to splendor of imagination, co

Spirit presiding then-pervading all

Seen in the sunset -breathed in all the airs piousness of diction, beauty and varie- That wanton thro' the summer-tinted groves ; ty of imagery, and rare facility and Felt in the balmy influence of those tears harmony of versification, the volume Wept by the heavens o'er Day's deserted

fanes; is embued with a depth of thought, Spirit of Poesie ! on thee I call.” and a strength of feeling, which indicate a mind of a very superior order,

If this is not very exquisite poetry, -a mind capable of producing “ what we acknowledge that we do not know the world will not willingly let die.”

what is. The volume opens with an

- Invo The “Wanderer's Legacy” is a cation.” It is a noble and enthusiastic collection of poems supposed to be little composition ; and as it affords a bequeathed to the world by a man,

* The Wanderer's Legacy; a Collection of Poems on various Subjects. By Catherine Grace Godwin, (late Catherine Grace Garnett.) Post 8vo. Pp. 277. London, 1829.

« a toil-worn, venerable man, admirably detailed history of an arIn humble guise, although of travelled mien, dent but uninformed mind, conscious With meditative brow, and visage wan, In whose deep eye immortal choughts were of the existence of unattained knowseen,”

ledge, and panting for its acquisition who had journeyed over many parts We can quote only a few short and of the earth ; had seen men, manners, detached passages. and nature, and who had been fond of “My youth hath been in quiet musings spent, embodying his observations and expe- My very childhood garb'd itself in thoughts rience in verse.

That were of riper years. My whole life since

Hath been a maze of marvel, and delight To the romantic scene, the home in all the gifts wherewith the hand divine of his youthful days, this “ gray-hair- Hath deck'd this mortal dwelling-place of mas. ed wanderer” returns. His reflec

I well remember me, ere language flow'd

In unison with the mind's eloquence, tions, as he gazes at the well-known How my heart, laboring with its feelings deep, objects around him, are full of beauty, Seeking in words some utterance of its jog, and of patriotic feeling.

Rejected alway with a vered disdain

The guise uncouth in which the precious are “Land of my sires ! oh, with what chasten'd Was issued from the mine ; for harmony, love

Though unattained, was in my heart instinct : My soul, unwarp'd, dispassionate, and free, I felt her presence in the haunts I lovedGuided by some kind angel from above,

She floated round me in the summer's gales; Returns with filial gratitude to thee !

I saw her impress on the mountain peaks ; Here would I wait my Maker's great decree, The groves, the glades, with her voice ressaaat, Walk these wild hills whereon my fathers trod,

Whisper'd her accents to the murmuring brooks. And, as the lcaf beside the parent tree The poetry of Nature then was felt, Lays its pale form, so nigh yon house of God Albeit not yet distinctly understood. Would I repose beneath the hallow'd sod. I only knew that my aspirings soar'd And well may life moor here her shatter'd bark,

Far, far above this earth's corporeal things : From hence she sail'd when youth was at the That my conceptions were beyond the scope

of my untaughi and wild philosophy. prow; The dove sought shelter in the sacred Ark,

All, all was mystery; mine own sense of beingScared by the perils she had view'd below.

The restless, the resistless tide of thought Within these glens the citron's golden glow

That rollid forever through my inmost soul, Crests not the grove by southern breezes sann'd,

"Was an enigma I could not resolve. Yet would I challenge earth's wide realms to show

From me the book A spot that bears the stamp of Beauty's hand. Of lore was long withheld. At length 'twas More deep than thine, my own, my native land !

oped; And thou art free-the gilded orient wave,

The tide rolld freely o'er my thirsty soul,

The ban of ignorance was ta'en away,
Albeit perfumed by India's spicy gales,
Floats round the country of the crouching slave,

A veil was lifted from my darken'd eyes.
Where rapine prowls, and tyranny prevails :
But here, in Albion's green and peaceful Athwart my path a ray of sunlight fell.

Imagination,- that in guise untrick'd
Man with his fellow mortal proudly copes;

By cunning arts of the world's fashioning, No despot's will the peasant's home assails, Had been the mistress of my constant love, Nor stalks th' oppressor o'er its pastoral slopes, E'en from those boyish days when first I would Nor reaps the stranger's hand the harvest of his With rustic boldness her capricious smiles hopes.”

Upon the summer hills,-came to me now,

Decked in the gorgeous thoughts and stately Finding that the lapse of years has rhymes deprived him of all his kindred and of England's gifted bards ; to whose sweet friends, he retires to a peaceful her- My mind, affrighted at severer lore,

songs mitage, where be passes

Had haply then almost unwitting turned.

A spell came o'er me when those tomes I oped; “the quiet autumn of his age Mine own wild visions, all depicted clear, In such pursuits as whiled the hours away: I recognised through every line dispread, From Wanderer grown to Anchorite and Sage; Clad in the measure of harmonious verse, A moonlight eve closed manhood's chequerid And flowing on in cadence musical, day.”

Adapted skilfully in frequent change, In his cell, after his death, are dis- Yet with strict unity symphonious still

To each new-born emotion of the soul. covered his tablets, on which are in- These, for the first time, opening on my sense, scribed “ The Wanderer's early Recol- Seemn’d the soft language of a lovelier world. lections ;" forming the third and long- When spake from out the brown autumnal est poem of the volume. The earlier

woods portion of these Recollections, is the The solemn voice of the expiring year,

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